<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354788" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nineteen-Eighty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was the Year of Our Lord, Nineteen-Eighty<br>A Southerner, Rosalynn, was still our first lady<br>Becoming lifelong friends at our place of employment<br>The next three decades…full of heartache and enjoyment</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I burned the roads up in a green Ford Gran Torino<br>Silly me, I thought my car was as hot as a jalapeño<br>Litha had a Pontiac Firebird and you drove a VW Bug<br>You were sad the day a semi smashed it like a garden slug</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You got wedded and became a mother to Josh and Wynne<br>I did the same and fathered two, Kyle and Jackie Lynn<br>Both marriages went the way of the bloody war in Viet Nam<br>I tried wedlock again, fathering twin boys, Jake and Sam</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet again, my marital bliss ended like a Japanese kamikaze<br>Good thing I'm not famous, can you imagine the paparazzi<br>I moved back home, and we agreed to meet for a cup of joe<br>Before we knew it sparks flew, and soon I became your beau</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a September afternoon I asked you to become my frau<br>With a grin on your face, you kissed me and said yes and how<br>Still planning, contriving, and looking for the right date<br>Just think, hopefully soon we'll be a happy family of eight</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Hancock">Charles Hancock</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354788" data-title="Nineteen-Eighty de Charles Hancock" data-description="It was the Year of Our Lord, Nineteen-Eighty A Southerner, Rosalynn, was still our first lady Becoming lifelong friends at our place of employment The next three decades…full of heartache and enjoyment I burned the roads up in a green Ford Gran..."></div> </div> </div>

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